CEO Trayle - Red Light Freestyle lyrics
[CEO Trayle - Red Light Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah (Big Backdoor, nigga)
Yeah ayy
Soon as Pape walked in this bitch
I get to blackin'
Where his coffin at? I need
It 'cause it's finna happen
(FOREVEROLLING) yeah, who backdoored you
Done backdoored 'cause
You said you'd leave it, Yeah
Hundred pounds inside this Civic
Had my runner get it
I want somethin', I ain't
Hatin' on no nigga, I'm gon' go get it
Got two thirties for a fifty
That's how low he fuckin' with me
I go back to the basics, ain't shit
Got a full clip they said I got a long lip
His bitch mouth got strong grip
I say I got a long bank account, zero, comma
Zero on Camp Creek, I'm JAY-Z the
Hero, on Washington Road, Chevron and Texaco
Yeah, stupid nigga shoot
Hisself like Plaxico, Yeah
Cheddar Bob, now he scarred, I already know
Used to mob, I got popped
Then start gettin' dough
Now I live off streams and the downloads
Now on go he just poured a deuce
It just dropped in a juice
On a dead end with some dead friends
This a Glock, no twenty-two
A thirty clip filled to the roof
Can't trust that bitch, know she the swoop
Let me rob your brother, baby
Let me know if that's cool with you
It be niggas puttin' they face on shit
Ain't got nothin' to do with you
Oh, he gon' die with you
Wan' cry with you
He left you when he moved
It's on, I scheduled to get this move out
Fucked her, I didn't knew her
Thirty damn near threw up
Call that bitch and I get chewed up, yeah
Yeah private je-ne-net, I flewed out
I don't give a fuck about my enemies
I grewed up m&M&M&M-nies just pulled up
Big Backdoor might come right down your
Chimney and get you touched
I'm so thankful, super thankful
Make sure that K full, just ate
I ain't full
Yeah, it's a plain jane, darling
It's no jewels
Big Boss don't gangbang, my darling
Just don't do it bitch, I been big homie
Wouldn't believe that
Pullin' down my ski mask i catch you
Won't come back 'cause this not freeze tag
The Saint Laurent and Gucci
Fashion on these tags
Yeah, get the car in my bitch
Name 'cause I don't need tags
Rollin' with Backdoor, I'm flexin', nigga
You know he's back
If I ever gave you any money
I want that cheese back
Hold the camera up for my son
Lil' nigga cheese back
Get rich, do somethin' for his lil' son
Can't bring Cheese back
Lotta shit done hurt me on
That path to greatness
I'm bobbin', weavin' through this shit
Big Backdoor Cassius Clayin'
They passed the ball
I took the shot 'cause I
Don't do half the playin'
Every day, I use this shit
My favorite app the calculator
They call me C4, baby, what is your name?
I was just CEO first, then Big Backdoor came
I numb the beat with my verse
This shit like Novocaine
Take one more step, I blow your brain
Smoke ganja juice the smokers can't
Audemars Piguet, it was plain
Soon as I walked inside this bitch
They had to get me together
Yeah, I go Dior sweater
Still got my black door-kickers
Roll the dead man in a Backwood
I'm that good opp smokin', Glock totin'
Young rich nigga from the hood
Yeah, young rich nigga
I say it twice 'cause it's really facts
Bitch said, "Daddy
You give me life" told her give it back"
Yeah, I'm not takin' your advice
'cause it don't fuckin' match
Yeah, how a square gon' tell a lion
How to scratch his back? 4
Yeah ayy
Soon as Pape walked in this bitch
I get to blackin'
Where his coffin at? I need
It 'cause it's finna happen
(FOREVEROLLING) yeah, who backdoored you
Done backdoored 'cause
You said you'd leave it, Yeah
Hundred pounds inside this Civic
Had my runner get it
I want somethin', I ain't
Hatin' on no nigga, I'm gon' go get it
Got two thirties for a fifty
That's how low he fuckin' with me
I go back to the basics, ain't shit
Got a full clip they said I got a long lip
His bitch mouth got strong grip
I say I got a long bank account, zero, comma
Zero on Camp Creek, I'm JAY-Z the
Hero, on Washington Road, Chevron and Texaco
Yeah, stupid nigga shoot
Hisself like Plaxico, Yeah
Cheddar Bob, now he scarred, I already know
Used to mob, I got popped
Then start gettin' dough
Now I live off streams and the downloads
Now on go he just poured a deuce
It just dropped in a juice
On a dead end with some dead friends
This a Glock, no twenty-two
A thirty clip filled to the roof
Can't trust that bitch, know she the swoop
Let me rob your brother, baby
Let me know if that's cool with you
It be niggas puttin' they face on shit
Ain't got nothin' to do with you
Oh, he gon' die with you
Wan' cry with you
He left you when he moved
It's on, I scheduled to get this move out
Fucked her, I didn't knew her
Thirty damn near threw up
Call that bitch and I get chewed up, yeah
Yeah private je-ne-net, I flewed out
I don't give a fuck about my enemies
I grewed up m&M&M&M-nies just pulled up
Big Backdoor might come right down your
Chimney and get you touched
I'm so thankful, super thankful
Make sure that K full, just ate
I ain't full
Yeah, it's a plain jane, darling
It's no jewels
Big Boss don't gangbang, my darling
Just don't do it bitch, I been big homie
Wouldn't believe that
Pullin' down my ski mask i catch you
Won't come back 'cause this not freeze tag
The Saint Laurent and Gucci
Fashion on these tags
Yeah, get the car in my bitch
Name 'cause I don't need tags
Rollin' with Backdoor, I'm flexin', nigga
You know he's back
If I ever gave you any money
I want that cheese back
Hold the camera up for my son
Lil' nigga cheese back
Get rich, do somethin' for his lil' son
Can't bring Cheese back
Lotta shit done hurt me on
That path to greatness
I'm bobbin', weavin' through this shit
Big Backdoor Cassius Clayin'
They passed the ball
I took the shot 'cause I
Don't do half the playin'
Every day, I use this shit
My favorite app the calculator
They call me C4, baby, what is your name?
I was just CEO first, then Big Backdoor came
I numb the beat with my verse
This shit like Novocaine
Take one more step, I blow your brain
Smoke ganja juice the smokers can't
Audemars Piguet, it was plain
Soon as I walked inside this bitch
They had to get me together
Yeah, I go Dior sweater
Still got my black door-kickers
Roll the dead man in a Backwood
I'm that good opp smokin', Glock totin'
Young rich nigga from the hood
Yeah, young rich nigga
I say it twice 'cause it's really facts
Bitch said, "Daddy
You give me life" told her give it back"
Yeah, I'm not takin' your advice
'cause it don't fuckin' match
Yeah, how a square gon' tell a lion
How to scratch his back? 4